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There she is sitting
Alone.
In the
Shadows.
Doing what?
Still...
No one
Notices.
No one
Sees
What I see.
The bruises.
The cuts.
She's broken.
She's Mysterious.
I want to
Help her.
To be there
For her.
She looks up.
Her eyes find me.
She catches me starring.
But I call it
Observing.
She looks back
Down.
Her fading purple hair
Covering her face.
From everyone
I notice her cheeks
Are tinted with pink.
I smirk.
She's mysterious.
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Imma update 2 times today cause during school I wrote. So, enjoy!
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Short StoryShe's invisible. She's quiet. She's alone. She's Mysterious. She's a reader. She's a freak. She's nothing. She's Mysterious. She's shy. She's mute. She's broken. She's Mysterious. She's scared. She's confused. She's secretive. She's Mysterious. No...
